Rockin The Suburbs taby ukulele według Ben Folds

C                 D              F
 Lemme tell ya'll what it's like, being male, middle class and white.
C                    D             F
 Its a bitch, if you don't believe; listen up to my new CD. (Shamon!)
 
Interlude: (with Riff)
 
C  D  F (x2)
 
Verse 2:
 
C                   D                F                  C
 I got shit running through my brain; so intense that I can't explain.
C                D              F                           C
 All alone in my white boy pain, shake your booty while the band complains.
 
Interlude: (with Riff)
 
C  D  F  C, C  D  F
 
Chorus 1:
 
                D                  F               C
I'm rocking the suburbs, just like Michael Jackson did,
                D                    F            C
I'm rocking the suburbs, except that he was talen-ted.
                D                 F                    C
I'm rocking the suburbs; take the cheques and face the facts,
              D                           F
That some pro-ducer with computers, fixes all my shitty tracks.
 
Interlude: (with Riff)
 
C  D  F  C (x2)
 
Verse 3:
 
C                       D
 I'm pissed off but I'm too polite,
F                            C
 When people break in the Mc-Donald's line.
C                         D          F                  C
 Mom and dad, you made me so uptight; gonna cuss on the mic tonight.
 
Bridge 1:
 
D                     F
 Dunno how much I can take,
C                              D     (n.C)
 Girl, give me something I can break.
 
Chorus 2:
 
                D                  F          C
I'm rocking the suburbs, just like Quiet Riot did,
                D                    F               C
I'm rocking the suburbs, except that they were talen-ted,
                D                 F                    C
I'm rocking the suburbs; take the cheques and face the facts,
              D                           F
That some pro-ducer with computers, fixes all my shitty tracks.
 
Middle 8:
 
    C      F                  C         F
e|-------------------------|--------------------------|
B|-------------------------|--------------------------|
G|------------2-2--0--2-4--|------------2-2--5-5-5-4--|
D|--2-0-2--5---------------|--2-0-2--5----------------|
A|-------------------------|--------------------------|
E|-------------------------|--------------------------| (x2)
 
(with Middle 8 Riff):
 
     C          F       C              F
In a haze these days, I pull up to the stoplight:
      C                    F
I can feel that somethings not right,
      C              F                C        F
I can feel someone's blasting me with hate and bass,
        C                 F
Sending dirty thoughts my way.
        C                       F
'Cos my great-great-great-great-grand dad,
              C                       F           C      F
Was someone's great-great-great-great-granddady's slaves.
               C   F               C   F               C   F
It wasn't my i-dea, it wasn't my i-dea, never was my i-dea.
 
Bridge 2:
 
               D               F          (C)
Just go to the store, for some Prepiration-H...
 
Break:
 
C  D  F (x2)
 
C                 D              F
 Ya'll don't know what it's like, being male, middle class and white.
C                 D              F
 Ya'll don't know what it's like, being male, middle class and white.
 
C                 D              F
 Ya'll don't know what it's like, being male, middle class and white.
C                 D              F
 Ya'll don't know what it's like, being male, middle class and white.
 
           C                                D
It gets me real pissed off, and it makes me wanna say...
           F                                C
It gets me real pissed off, and it makes me wanna say...
                                            D
It gets me real pissed off, and it makes me wanna say...

 FUCK!!
 
Chorus 3:
 
D          F             C
 Just like John Bon Jovi did.
                D                    F            C
I'm rocking the suburbs, except that he was talen-ted.
                D                 F                    C
I'm rocking the suburbs; take the cheques and face the facts,
              D                           F
That some pro-ducer with computers, fixes all my shitty tracks.
 
Coda:
 
      F     C  G     F
These days...  yeah, yeah,
                F         C  G      F
I'm rocking the suburbs...    yeah, yeah.
                F         C  G      F
I'm rocking the suburbs...    yeah, yeah.
 
Break:
 
D, F (let ring)
 
Coda:
 
(F)
 You better watch out, because I'm gonna say fuck,
You better watch out, because I'm gonna say fuck.
You better watch out, because I'm gonna say fuck,
You better watch out, because I'm gonna say fuck.
 
Outro:
 
G, Bb5  C5  C#5  D5 (x4)